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Scout The Wonder Dog & The Bushwhackers--The Final Chapter

Rescue

When last we left our gallant band, they were facing starvation after a long and arduous day full of obstacles and challenges. So desperate were they that they began peering into bushes looking for small animals to club with sticks.

Just as our heroes were about to drop from hunger, Gimpy appeared on the trail, leading Caveman who was heavily laden with a cooler full of sustenance and condiments. There was much rejoicing in the forest in those moments.

OK, it might not look like Eastex is rejoicing there, but he was weak with hunger.

As Cavemen set out air rescue recognition panels that double as jacket and hammock,

it was noticed that there was evidence that werewolves had been present at one point

But as he had brought along the Mighty Reggie, he had no fear.

In the meantime, our hungry heroes wasted no time breaking into the rations

Reggie and Scout explored thier unique relationship.

The night was passed around the campfire

The band only going to sleep after a pterodactle noisily flew overhead, causing some concern and much discussion.

Morning came early and after a quick breakfast the company geared up for the trail back to Parking Lot #8. Gimpy led the way, setting a quick pace.

When they reached the intersection of the trail with the Forest Road that led to Hidden Lake, Scout decided that what was needed was to trace the proper route back to the Parking Lot---one that did not include a Bushwhacking component, and he and Sargevining volunteered to do just that.

As the band trekked back along the portion of the Four Notch Loop not traversed the previous day, Scout and Sargevining returned to Hidden lake over the food lots and neawly cleared road

When they reached Hidden Lake, they paused for a snack and a swim

Then back to the broken bridge, where evidence was found that others had come to grief in that very location

Sargevining took a route that appeared to be the proper one until he noticed tire tracks on what should have been an abandonded road.

And grass that was cultivated in rows

Along with another small pond

with evidence of a grisly feast beside it

He and Scout returned to the bridge and rectified his mistake. The track now looked like the abandonded road it should be

And quickly made it back to the main trail

They also took note of one of the many incongruities of the forest. A beautiful butterfly feasting on a pile of coyote poo.

Reunited once again, the band bade adieu to Easttex and then set out the remainder of thier food to have thier last communal meal in the forest

Sourkraut, cheddar cheese, and polish sausage on a tortilla with mashed taters and mustard makes for a truly tasty and culturally diverse meal.

They woke the next morning, said thier goodbyes and shook hands, then went their separate ways, tired but happy.

Love that culturally diverse food. Sometimes the road is full of that diverse stuff. No one should starve when on the road, especially those that are on lost in the woods roads.
Mighty fine reporting and the pics were also culturally diverse!

We're all about cultural diversity here at the Compound in Rosenberg. Scout's mama, Punkin The Wonder Dog, was half akita and half Heinz 57. Scout himself is half Punkin the Wonder Dog and half Hienz 57 mostly border collie dog from down the road.

The sausages carried in by Caveman on Saturday night were Earl Campbell hot links, and Sunday nights was courtesy gmpctlsmft from Slovacek out of good ol' Snook, TX. You just can't find bad Czech sausage in Texas (and that's what it really is--Czech sausage not Polish), but that Snook sausage is real good. Not as good as Dobbin or West sausage, but real close.

The barefoot guy was abcdefg's son Wesley, who was doing his Cody Lundin impression. It was good to have the young men along. I saw a bit of myself in young Daniel when I was his age. He really does seem to like being in the woods.

We did have an exceptionally warm Sunday night, but God's making up for that right now with a pretty good cold snap. Not impressive by Minnisooota standards, but we're shiverin' a bit down here right now. I might have to get a 30* UQ at some point.

Scout agrees that the best thing about this weekend, aside from the campfire fellowship, was finding the Hidden Lake which looks to be a very primo hanging site. While there's lots of cleared area around it that will likely attract ground dwellers, the eastern shore has a couple of little promontories that have good trees with good spacing in areas too small for comfortable ground dwelling, as does the berm along the southern and western shore. And now that we know both wrong turns that can be made on the old track, we have a short cut to get there which would make it an excellent summertime Friday night get-to base camp for a Saturday/Sunday hike. If you hike the entire circle to and from parking Lot #8 using both the LSHT and Four Notch Loop, you can get in 10 miles easy.

All in all, it was one of the best times I've ever spent in the woods, and I've banked up near 60 years worth of camping trips. Great bunch of guys, but everybody does have to promise not to tell thier momma's just was what's said or talked about sometimes. What happens in the woods, stays in the woods.